Fear | K.th [Editing]

Those That Came Before [69°]

"Interview the Kim Brothers separate, if you interviewed them together they'll lie and build off of what the other says—when they first came in they were speaking in another language when no one was in the room. We need to be cautious with those two, they're smart, efficient, and lethal."

"November 8th. It is currently...19:34 on a Friday. On Tuesday, November 12, I will be interviewing two of the most dangerous convicts In South Korea that are set for death row. Two brothers took part in heinous acts, growing up in a Mafia they were taught how to kill at a very young age. If they wanted to be respected they had to fight till the death. At age 15, one of the brothers, Kim Taehyung escaped the Mafia with other members that are listed as unknown. He left his brother behind to fend for himself while Kim Taehyung found his own way to rule his kingdom. I am speculating that Kim Korain has resentment toward his brother for abandoning him. I will be asking numerous questions to get inside both of their heads, to understand their thinking, and maybe to even get a little personal if they'll let me. I believe the world should hear their remarkable journey. The Kim brothers have killed many people throughout their years of reigning, now being brought in captivity for all their crimes....Signing off, Park Ji Woo."

The 5'11 males both stagger forward in stride full steps toward the table, hands and ankles cuffed in restraints. There at the table they see two men and a woman behind it, a camera over one of the men's shoulders. The woman sitting in a chair and a security guard making sure nothing gets out of hand with the most dangerous fugitives in South Korea.

The woman sitting down notices him coming forward, fixing her clothes and clearing her throat. She doesn't know whether to smile up at the man above her or to welcome him with a nod, she quickly settles with the latter as she gestures toward the plastic chair in front of her.

"Nice to finally get to meet you, Mr. Kim." The female, the reporter chides, fingers folded in front of her body as the Kim's stare at her, eyes muddled with darkness from their past.

"Do you know what is going on?"

They nod.

She mouths an 'okay,' looking up at the cameraman with slight concern. They weren't as responsive as she thought they would be, Korain for sure; hearing comments from security guards how much of a trickster the blond can be.

She pushes a small recording device over to where they sit, asking them to speak into the mic and say their names. One of them leans forward, sinister gaze remaining on the reporter. His mouth leisurely pops opens. "I'll only speak once I get my hands on-a cigarette."

The reporter softly chuckles. "Your brother said you would say that." Her gaze lowers to what he was wearing. "But, how are you going to light it when you're in a strait-jacket?"

"Did 'e also say that even with my hands restraint I could easily kill er'one in this room?" He grins eerily, lifting his arms up and wiggling his body around.

The reporter gulps, reaching into her pocket to pull out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. She places the cig into the receivers mouth before flicking the lighter alive to light the cigarette perched between the others teeth.

The blond takes a deep breath.

"One of ya are goin' ta have ta take it outta my mouth." He speaks between the cigarette.

"I am Kim Taehyung."

"Why shoulda say my name if ya already know what it is?" The guard yells at the blond to cooperate or he will use blunt force to get him to talk. He grumbles and leans forward again. "It's Korain. K-O-R-A-I-N. Korain. In 'ere they call me G.K."